RBG

when some people look out of their eyes,

there are just peering into the visual fog, 

for an estrangement of particulars.

some present as their share of gaiety spilling over.

others, as if in passing cars 

that have offered them views

as if the workings of being glance worthy.

still others, 

as palettes of waiting emotional concerns

to be offered in return. 

yet there is another,

as the look from a bird of prey,

not in judgment, 

but in fierce earnest,

as a compassion without soft edges,

a stern of interest

rather than otherwise dismissal,

as a composure residing, 

as if complemented by the rest of that face.

yes, you could take it to mean, 

but it does registers as fixative, 

as if you are being seen,

as well as being seen through,

not for your world of alibis.

but more so for asking,

what is the truth of you?

not that it will have needs

to come to words.

just a simple self in register

as in a meaningful face to face response,

as in eye to eye.

RBG has this as registry offered.

as if looking into a mirror of yourself

and honestly asking.

who, for where, do you come from,

as the essence of yourself 

in your private self-dialogue . . .  

(right brain gaze)